179 Deli

[Intro: Lydia Kitto]

Stay with me, for the ride

Stay with me, for the ride

[Verse 1: Bas]

You niggas slip and slide, better pick a side

Bentley GT, see me with your bitch inside

I'm a petty nigga, I got vicious pride

Rollie meteorite, we on different time

I roll with gorillas, nigga still I get the lionshare

My hustle keep multiplying my career

I've never been one for crying tears

That'd be absurd

I do not know how to cry, I'm Amber Heard

I'm always kinda high, you haven't heard?

Please, do not bother mine

Cause these brothers mine

Not the kinda guys to have a word

You're the kinda guy that's on a shirt, damn

RIP, you are the kinda girl to make it work

Baby, you're all I need

Give me a night, you just need me in your life

Water, tequila and Pedialyte, Tiffany diamonds, Ebony, ivory

Baby girl, that's what I see in your life

Right, you must be high as a James Webb

Please, do not speak my name up on the low

'Cause Bassy heard all of them things said

"He cool but he outside too much and everything"

I'm not on the scene, I am the scene

I can't poli with no thottie love

You the brokest bitch I ever seen, next

I'm on these on **** niggas heads, too

All you dick-sucking clique-jumping niggas in my ear

Tryna spit something I ain't tryna hear bitch

Y'all in the red too, off with his head too

Don't run, nigga, arm and a leg too

Squad-type mental, judgmental, yeah

[Chorus: Bas]

Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy

179 Deli, 179 Deli

Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy

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Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy

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Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy

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[Bridge: Lydia Kitto]

Stay with me, for the ride

[Verse 2: AJ Tracey]

Yo

Brother step aside, better pick a side

I been deep in life when I'm in the ride

Feeling healthy, man, I feel alive

So it's funny how my doors are suicide

I mean, ay, **** your party, can't relate

Betting everything late

Grew up on the darkest days

Still I got [?] lines, stay great

Bas, my nigga, come and turn it up

Who these baddies and they tryna ****

Punch the numbers, tryna hit the clock

Not a farmer, but I push a [?] truck

Catch me in the back, lean

With the baddest lil' vibe and

What she wearing, overseeing

I'm just tryna see her own me

Play the game like on re

Larry Bird, I'm on green

London, city, I've been in this shit

And I've been kicking hits 'til the speakers rip

All my denims dropping knees

Mother****ing blue, bitches in my jeans

Putting niggas [?]

I ain't got move, I ain't got Sneeze

[Chorus: Bas]

Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy

179 Deli, 179 Deli

Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy

179 Deli, 179 Deli

Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy

179 Deli, 179 Deli

Whole gang pop uzi, one hand Bob Cousy

179 Deli, 179 Deli